My Blogging Filter & What Goes Unwritten

This has been a crazy week in the Desrochers house. So many things happening, many of which are not things that I feel I should share with the whole world via blurting them out on the blog.

Some may not realize, but I do have a filter. A pretty good one at that. While in my "real life" I am loud, very loud-I was born without volume control I do believe, when writing I am somewhat quiet and thoughtful.

Now don't get me wrong, if something is blatantly in need of examination or really, really ticking me off I write about it. But usually not until at least the next day. I give myself a cooling off period. Calm myself down and look at the situation again before calling people out. I try to be fair, but more importantly I don't write a blog to just rant and rave about anything or anybody that has done me wrong.

Often, even if a situation calls for a little literary scolding I look at things from every angle. If it could adversely effect a friendship that either Daddy D and I, or our children, hold dear I practice restraint.

I get asked quite a bit online and in person about writing a blog and how it effects my children. Do I have reservations about putting our lives online? Of course I do. In a day in age where facebook friends tag everyone and their uncle and information is usually just a click away, I wouldn't stop blogging because of it. I love to write. I love the outlet that the blog allows me. And I treasure commemorating the nitty gritty of our here and now for a look back upon later in life.

In the same way that I censor myself in regards to personal friendships, I do so with stories of my children. Believe it or not, from all you read here about the chaos and the anecdotal stories, there are many more I do not tell. Mostly because I never want my children to be truly embarrassed by the things that I have put out there when they grow older. Cute stories that are funny and amusing are fine. But something that would thoroughly make them blush when they are in their teens, I keep that to myself.

Because I try very hard to be level headed about what I publish, I take offense when people tell me not to put things on my blog. Mostly it is from someone who isn't really a close friend, those nearest and dearest to me know my "blogging etiquette". Don't you tell me what I can and can't talk about. It is akin to telling me not to call my sister and tell her how offensive your comment was and how it upset me.

So here's the thing. I have a blog. I try to use it for good and not evil. Don't stand there and tell a room full of people "I don't want to hear or read about (emphasis on read with direct stare down of me) this later". Because next time I won't be so nice, and you will read about your behavior here in all it's glory, uncensored.